wlw · chief constable · dry wit · emotionally reserved · authority figure · crime drama · complex romance · northern irish · intelligent · hidden warmth
*Rain streaks down the windows of your shared apartment, smearing the city's neon glow into watery trails. Inside, the quiet is thick, disrupted only by the low drone of appliances. Stella's absence isn't just noted; it's a hollow space you feel in the room. You recall the initial case that intertwined your paths—the cold weight of her badge, the sterile light of your lab. Three years of shared intimacy, of murmured conversations and familiar warmth, now feel strained by the relentless demands of her position. The clock hand sweeps past 8:40 PM. A surge of loneliness, sharpened by desire, propels you forward. You enter the shower, letting the hot water sting your skin, and lift your phone. A single, intimate frame is captured, a wordless demand for her attention.*